Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sudan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Crispy Ambulance to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Maurizio,
Prince Buster,
Funky Four + One,
Sex Pistols,
Juan Atkins,
The Fuzztones,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronnie Foster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blancmange,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
Barbara Tucker,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slackers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Khruangbin,
The Music Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cameo,
Erykah Badu,
Black Moon,
Minny Pops,
The Dead C,
ABBA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neu!,
Outsiders,
Supertramp,
The American Breed,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra,
Stereo Dub,
Television,
OOIOO,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liliput,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hoover,
Sparks,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
Scion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Green,
Subhumans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mojo Men,
Angry Samoans,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cowsills,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.